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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
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 Posted - 07/22/2004 : 13:22:40
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"A Sunset for a Swan"
Johnny with the roving eyes
sits bored upon the riverside,
as Juliet, his future bride,
jumps naked in the water.
Figure eights and scuba dives,
deep down she's blowing suicide.
She squeaks and metamorphosizes
movie stars and slaughters.
Johnny's staying serious,
his face is kind of frozen,
one eye is completely closed,
and one eye is wide open.
It swivels from a sunset to a swan.
It weeps for every goddamn thing that's wrong.
When Johnny's holding Juliet,
it's like I hold my cigarette.
I squeeze it, choosing to forget
the warning on the carton.
I flick it from the window ledge
and stuff it on the waterbed.
The black smoke rises overhead,
then settles over London.
I am staying serious,
my face is kind of frozen.
One eye is completely closed,
and one eye's staying open.
It swivels from a sunset to a swan.
It weeps for every goddamn thing that's wrong.
When Johnny's holding Juliet,
it's like he holds his cigarette.
He hangs her from the window ledge,
and blows her over London.
She'd pick a star and pirouette,
she'll turn a cartwheel on my head.
I grit my teeth,
put up with it,
because it's all for fun.
This is one of my favorite bands ever.
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Homers_pet_monkey
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United Kingdom
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Posted - 07/22/2004 : 13:24:01
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Too late, apl got there first. Looks like you missed out on the $10,000,000 prize. What's your address apl?
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Posted - 07/22/2004 : 13:25:01
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(wow two prizes! You both win shiny purple balloons and haribo star mix - I thought the band were great and I thought bic was a hottie.... I told him so too... he gave me a biro because I did... a bic biro ha ha ha)
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
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Posted - 07/22/2004 : 13:25:47
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That's ok, I will split the prize with Gypsy, 'cause I cheated.  |
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Posted - 07/22/2004 : 13:27:11
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cheated! No star mix and balloon for you apl
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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GypsyDeath
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Posted - 07/22/2004 : 13:27:16
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Oh cool! baloons!
Thank you apl! I never expected such cunningness from you...actually, I did...
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
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Posted - 07/22/2004 : 15:00:56
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Thanks be to Apl for suggesting Nick Cave.
'Rock Of Gibraltar'
Let me say this to you,
I'll be steadfast and true,
And my love will never falter.
The sea would crash about us,
The waves would lash about us,
I'll be your Rock of Gibraltar.
Sometimes it's hard
And we're both caught off guard,
But there's nothing I would ever alter.
The wind could howl round our ears
For the next thousand years,
I'd still be your Rock of Gibraltar.
The best thing I done was to make you the one,
Who I'd walk with down to the altar.
You'd stand by me and together we'd be
That great, steady Rock of Gibraltar.
Under the big yellow moon,
On our honeymoon,
I took you on a trip to Malta.
And all through the night,
You held me so tight,
Your great, steady Rock of Gibraltar.
Could the powers that be
Ever forsee,
That things could so utterly alter?
All the plans that we laid,
Could soon be betrayed,
Betrayed like the Rock of Gibraltar.
Kind regards,
Dr. Simon
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Posted - 07/26/2004 : 13:33:36
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I love this thread so I'm attempting a vague resurrection....
Don't hold on
Go get strong
or don't you know
there is no modern romance
Time, time is gone
it stops stops who it was
well i was wrong
it never lasts
there is no
this is no modern romance
in time, time is gone
never last stops who he was
well i was wrong
never lasts
this is no
there is no modern romance
there is no modern romance
this is no modern romance
there is no there is no
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
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Posted - 07/26/2004 : 13:48:49
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Here some more Yeah Yeah Yeahs lyrics from Maps. This song was written after she saw he boyfriend looking at a map of America, planning his bands upcoming tour. She just stood and watched him, feeling sad that he was going away. Simple but beautiful all the same.
Pack up
im straight
im not
im say say say...............
[Chorus]
Wait they don't love you like i love you
Made off
don't stray
well my kinds your kind i'll stay the same
Pack up
don't stray
oh say say say....................
[Chorus]
Wait they don't love you like i love you
[repeat chorus till the end]
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NimrodsSon
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
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Posted - 07/26/2004 : 13:59:06
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Small Change (Tom Waits)
Well small change got rained on with his own .38
and nobody flinched down by the arcade
and the marquise weren't weeping
they went stark-raving mad
and the cabbies were the only ones
that really had it made
and his cold trousers were twisted,
and the sirens high and shrill
and crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
and the naked mannikins with their
cheshire grins
and the raconteurs
and roustabouts said buddy
come on in
cause the dreams ain't broken down here now
now ...they're walking with a limp
now that
small change got rained on with his own .38"
and nobody flinched down by the arcade
and the burglar alarm's been disconnected
and the newsmen start to rattle
and the cops are tellin' jokes
about some whore house in Seattle
and the fire hydrants plead the 5th Amendment
and the furniture's bargains galore
but the blood is by the jukebox
on an old linoleum floor
and it's a hot rain on 42nd Street
and now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic
with stains on his pants cause
small change got rained on with his own .38
and no one's gone over to close his eyes
and there's a racing form in his pocket
circled "Blue Boots" in the 3rd
and the cashier at the clothing store
he didn't say a word as the
siren tears the night in half
and someone lost his wallet
well it's surveillance of assailants
if that's whatchawannacallit
and the whores hike up their skirts
and fish for drug-store prophylactics*
with their mouths cut just like
razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
and her radiator's steaming
and her teeth are in a wreck
now she won't let you kiss her
but what the hell do you expect
and the Gypsies are tragic and if you
wanna to buy perfume, well
they'll bark you down like
carneys... sell you Christmas cards in June
but...
small change got rained on with his own .38
and his headstone's
a gumball machine
no more chewing gum
or baseball cards or
overcoats or dreams and
someone is hosing down the sidewalk
and he's only in his teens
small change got rained on with his own .38
and a fistful of dollars can't change that
and someone copped his watch fob
and someone got his ring
and the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
and the tuberculosis old men
at the Nelson wheeze and cough
and someone will head south
until this whole thing cools off cause
small change got rained on with his own .38
yea small change got rained on with his own .38
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Homers_pet_monkey
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United Kingdom
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Posted - 07/26/2004 : 14:39:26
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One of my favourite songsa of all time.
Only In Dreams
You can't resist her
She's in your bones
She is your marrow
And your ride home
You can't avoid her
She's in the air (in the air)
In between molecules
Of oxygen and carbon dioxide
Only in dreams
We see what it means
Reach out our hands
Hold on to hers
But when we wake
It's all been erased
And so it seems
Only in dreams
You walk up to her
Ask her to dance
She says,
'Hey baby I just might take the chance'
You say,
'It's a good thing
That you float in the air (in the air)
That way there's no way
I will crush your pretty
Toenails into a thousand pieces'
Only in dreams
We see what it means
Reach out our hands
Hold on to hers
But when we wake
It's all been erased
And so it seems
Only in dreams
Only in dreams...
Only in dreams...
Only in dreams...
Only in dreams...
Only in dreams...
Only in dreams
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Posted - 07/26/2004 : 14:46:31
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In theme with the sweet and the soppy
and because I once thought this was true
if I should die this very moment
I wouldn't fear
for I've never known completeness
like being here
wrapped in the warmth of you
loving every breath of you
still my heart this moment
or it might burst
could we stay right here
'til the end of time
'til the earth stops turning
gonna love you 'til
the seas run dry
I've found the one
I've waited for
all this time I've loved you
and never known your face
all this time I've missed you
and searched this human race
here is true peace
here my heart knows calm
safe in your soul
bathed in your sighs
wanna stay right here
until the end of time
all I've known
all I've done
all I've felt was leading to this
all I've known
all I've done
all I've felt was leading to this
gonna stay right here
'till the end of time
'till the earth stops turning
I'm gonna love you 'till
the seas run dry
I've found the one
I've waited for
the one
I've waited
for
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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Posted - 07/26/2004 : 14:54:20
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Blind date with the chancer
we had oysters and dry lancers
and the check when it arrived
we went dutch, dutch, dutch,
dutch
a redder shade of neck
on a whiter shade of trash
And this emory board is
giving me a rash
I'm flat out
You're so beautiful to look at when you cry
Freeze, don't move
You've been chosen as an extra
in the movie adaptation
of the sequel to your life.
A shady lane -- everybody wants one
A shady lane -- everybody needs one
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god,
oh your god,
oh his god,
oh her god
It's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god
The worlds collide,
but all that we want
is a shady lane
Glance, don't stare
Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs
No, not me
I'm an island of such great complexity
distress surrounds
in the muddy peaceful center of this town
Tell me off
in the hotel lobby
right in front of all the bellboys
and the over-friendly concierge
A shady lane -- everybody wants one
A shady lane -- everybody needs one
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god,
oh your god,
oh his god,
oh her god
It's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god
The worlds collide, but all that I want is a shady lane.
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
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Posted - 07/26/2004 : 15:01:15
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'Black'
Black, you are my enemy,
And I cannot get close to thee;
Our life is ruled by enmity,
And I can't weaken that.
The only way that I can see,
Is to hold you close to me,
To love you for what its meant to be,
I weaken your attack.
Everything was luked and downy,
What was good was up from under,
Until black, that awful tender,
Came and popped my sense of wonder.
All at once all eyes turned at him,
Leaving me an unwatched body,
And it sagged, my body's rip cage,
Out from under ogler's study.
Black was decomposing quickly,
This was found offensive to me,
His disrespect for life's proprieties,
Made me scared he would destroy me.
So I thought I'd try to cut him,
Try to force him 'neath my level,
The only way to equal to him,
Would be hit him with a shovel.
But to really rise above him,
That would be the final evil,
So instead I asked the sucker,
If he'd care to see my rooms.
And as a friend and as a comrade,
And all the things that these implied,
I made him leave what it was that he had
Used to keep us unallied.
Now black and I we are together,
Fairly just inseperable,
And in the terriblest of weather,
Our bonds are incorruptible.
Black, you are my enemy,
And I cannot get close to thee,
Our life is ruled by enmity,
And I can't weaken that.
The only way that I can see,
Is to hold you close to me,
To love you for it's meant to be,
I weaken your attack.
Kind regards,
Dr. Simon
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Posted - 07/27/2004 : 12:13:16
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Nobody matters and this is depressing me
I know a strange one could change all of this
But they two were lovers they
Carry each other and
No one on earth could explain
She's found another
Some fool she claims who will love her
So come on and rain
Take this and fall
Over our bodies
Come on and rain
I count my losses
Cause all stars are horses and
How such a weak friend could soften her heart
But they two are lovers they carry each other
And no one earth could complain
She's found another
Some fool she claims who will love her
So come on and rain
Take this and fall
Over our bodies
Come on and rain
Come on and rain
Come on and rain
Take this and fall
Over our bodies
Come on and rain
Come on and rain
I shot myself down
I shot myself up
It tears me apart
She laps it all up
Glass bird on her finger
We'd eaten it all
It's all done with mirrors
It's all done before
And good comes from everything
Bob Dylans a Christian
It's so wet and stretchy
For him not for me now
So give her her love
Carry her up
Paint her with flowers
Fill her with fluff
Hope you make her shine
Hope she shines for you
Where I failed myself
If he loves you more
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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tiredeyes
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USA
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Posted - 07/28/2004 : 04:09:40
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willingly
watch the sun play on your hair
as we stare
across the fields of nurture
weeds that grow up in my heart
now i will start
to pull them by the roots
yeah consider my last remark
but don't leave me out here in the dark
where i go
a stone cast in the undertow
where i go willingly
hold the promise bright and sure
keep your heart pure
as the shovel turns the earth
elements will have their say
grace hope and pain
yes tended faithfully
yeah circumscribe that last remark
carve it deep down into my heart
where i go willingly
steel yourself against the night
yeah desperate times
will do their desperate deeds
just before the sky's erased
i see your face
all over the feilds of nurture
yeah big kiss for everyone
i grab you and try to hold on
cause i know
i jump into the undertow
where i go willingly
bill mallonee ( vigilantes of love)
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>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
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Posted - 08/11/2004 : 13:25:22
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I saw this nice one today, so I thought a bit of resurrection wouldn't be pushing it.
'Opus 40'
Well she tossed all night like a ragin' sea,
Woke up an' climbed from th' suicide machine;
With her Spanish candles and her Persian poems,
Stuck on th' rocks beside Opus 40, stoned.
An' scratchin' her wrists in th' pourin' rain,
She collapses down upon th' ocean floor again.
Tears in waves, minds on fire:
Nights alone by your side.
Catskill mansions, buried screams,
"I'm alive!" she screamed, but I don't know what it means.
Somewhere out there across th' moonlit sands,
There's a line drawn like th' lines on her own hand.
An' slammin' her eyes, lockin' the door,
She collapses down upon th' ocean floor again...
Kind regards,
Dr. Simon
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shineoftheever
> Teenager of the Year <
Canada
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Posted - 08/11/2004 : 13:39:58
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Uhhhhhh.....Black goes like this Cheese:
Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything (note the lack of question mark)
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll ever be...yeah...
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star
In somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine
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Posted - 08/11/2004 : 13:47:16
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I was thinking about ressurecting this thread earlier today. It is a good thread. Tre likes it. Tre likes to post in third person. Tre waffles....
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Posted - 08/11/2004 : 13:53:50
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And I know this is my second Buckley post but I love these lyrics, kiss me/please kiss me/but kiss me out of desire/babe/and not consolation... gorgeous....
This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go
you gave me more to live for
more than you'll ever know
This is our last embrace
must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Baby, maybe it is just because I didn't know you at all
Kiss me
Please
Kiss me
But kiss me out of desire
Babe
And not consolation
You know
it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye
Did you say "no, this can't happen to me,"
and did you rush to the phone to call?
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying
"maybe... you didn't know him at all."
Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memory
Of her sighs that, "it's over... it's over..."
 I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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Ebb Vicious
* Dog in the Sand *
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Posted - 08/11/2004 : 14:06:22
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i built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
called the blood of the exploited working class
but they've over come their shyness
now they're calling me your highness
and a world screams "kiss me, son of god."
i destroyed a bond of friendship and respect
between the only people left
who'd even look me in the eye
now i laugh and make a fortune
off the same ones that i tortured
and a world screams "kiss me, son of god"
i look like jesus, so they say
but mister jesus is very far away
now you're the only one here
who can tell me if it's true
that you love me
and i love me
i built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
called the blood of the exploited working class
but they've over come their shyness
now they're calling me your highness
and a world screams "kiss me, son of god"
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Posted - 08/11/2004 : 14:08:35
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come on ebb! don't let's start this b.s. ragging on other people shit again. ;)
p.s. tomorrow night in Van. woohooo! |
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United Kingdom
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Posted - 08/12/2004 : 10:47:38
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quote:
Originally posted by Tre
Tre likes to post in third person.
As is the wont of kings and gods!
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Posted - 08/12/2004 : 10:58:47
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Low Ebb
I heard a calling
From mile beyond the grave
What was it saying
I could not make out a word
Shiver in the cold light
And in your troubled mind
Darkness has enveloped your heart
And stile the lustre from your eyes
Still hold on
As the light is fading out
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
It feels like the last strand of summer
Feels like the end of the day
Nothing to get up for tomorrow baby
Everything caught in decay
Shiver in the cold light
And in your troubled mind
Darkness has enveloped your heart
And stile the lustre from your eyes
Still hold on
As the light is fading out
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Thinking staring out the window
There's one thing she can never know
You can never tell her
How close you are to letting go
Still hold on
As the light is fading out
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Although there's still pulsing in you veins
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Feels like your life is Ebb (ebbing away)
Ebb-ing away
Ebb-ing away
I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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GypsyDeath
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Posted - 08/13/2004 : 08:44:33
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tre, whats your little pic of? I cant really see it? Also, I was just about to post shady lane!
I drink and smoke
Until I choke
Until I'm broke
Cos' I want too
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Ebb Vicious
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
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Posted - 08/13/2004 : 08:49:10
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aww i think somebody has a crush on me. luckily i'm easy if you give good head.
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Monsieur
* Dog in the Sand *
France
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Posted - 08/13/2004 : 08:49:27
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Fuck those lyrics, here is the best poem of the 20th century :
I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering 5
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie, 15
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock, 25
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu.
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; 35
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, 45
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations. 50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. 55
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City, 60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. 65
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again! 75
'You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frčre!'
II. A GAME OF CHESS
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion; 85
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone, 95
In which sad light a carvčd dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
'Jug Jug' to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms 105
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. 110
'My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
I think we are in rats' alley 115
Where the dead men lost their bones.
'What is that noise?'
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing. 120
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes. 125
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
The hot water at ten. 135
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said—
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set, 145
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.
Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. 150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling. 155
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) 160
The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME 165
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. 170
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
III. THE FIRE SERMON
THE river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed. 175
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept...
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear 185
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year. 195
But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd. 205
Tereu
Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants 210
C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back 215
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays, 225
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—
I too awaited the expected guest. 230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses, 235
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
Endeavours to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall 245
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows on final patronising kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit...
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, 255
And puts a record on the gramophone.
'This music crept by me upon the waters'
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold. 265
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails 270
Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach 275
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores 285
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala
'Trams and dusty trees.
Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.' 295
'My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised "a new start".
I made no comment. What should I resent?'
'On Margate Sands. 300
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing.' 305
la la
To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest 310
burning
IV. DEATH BY WATER
PHLEBAS the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea 315
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID
AFTER the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying 325
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink 335
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water 345
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring 350
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock 355
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together 360
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
—But who is that on the other side of you? 365
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only 370
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London 375
Unreal
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings 380
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
In this decayed hole among the mountains 385
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one. 390
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves 395
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder
D A 400
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed 405
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
D A 410
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours 415
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
D A
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded 420
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order? 425
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine ŕ la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins 430
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih
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The pic is bill Hicks, I'm re entering my bill hicks phase, I just read the biography and listened to the CD's again..
And yeah shady lane is such a good song to wail along too pissed... a hem
And yeah ebb, you're all I think about in those late night moments of onanism, really..
I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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United Kingdom
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Posted - 08/15/2004 : 13:45:01
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NYC
I had seven faces
Thought I new which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed
But
[Chorus]
New York cares
(Got to be some more change in my life)
The subway she is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed
It is up to me now, turn on the bright lights
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Live every day as if it were your last. Eventually you'll be right
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Zapped Profile
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Posted - 08/16/2004 : 12:18:17
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ah Hicks. I love him. Hmm, i think i may have to dig upsome of his wonder too. He looks like elvis in your pic. haha
I drink and smoke
Until I choke
Until I'm broke
Cos' I want too
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Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
3 days a week,
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
no more microwave dinners and saturated fats,
a patient better driver,
a safer car
baby smiling in back seat,
sleeping well
no bad dreams,
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
never washing spiders down the plughole,
keep in contact with old friends
enjoy a drink now and then,
will frequently check credit at
moral bank hole in the wall,
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants,
car wash
also on Sundays,
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned but powerless,
an empowered and informed member of society
pragmatism not idealism,
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
shot of baby strapped in back seat,
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
the ability to laugh at weakness,
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.
I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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United Kingdom
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Posted - 08/16/2004 : 15:22:49
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Aaaah yes Tre, I love Dido!
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asks permission to roll eyes
I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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= Cult of Ray =
USA
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Posted - 08/16/2004 : 20:04:57
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"Country Feedback" -- R.E.M.
This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop.
These clothes,
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same
You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out
We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.
A hotline, a wanted ad
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this
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Posted - 08/17/2004 : 10:03:17
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Decoration Day - the Drive By Truckers
It’s Decoration Day.
And I’ve a mind to roll a stone on his grave.
But what would he say.
“Keeping me down, boy, won’t keep me away”.
It’s Decoration Day.
And I knew the Hill Boys would put us away,
but my Daddy wasn’t afraid.
He said “We’ll fight till the last Lawson’s last living day”
I never knew how it all got started
a problem with Holland before we were born
and I don’t know the name of that boy we tied down
and beat till he just couldn’t walk anymore.
But I know the caliber in Daddy’s chest
and I know what Holland Hill drives.
The state let him go, but I guess it was best
cause nobody needs all us Lawsons alive.
Daddy said one of the boys had come by
the Lumber Man’s favorite son.
He said, “Beat him real good but don’t dare let him die
and if you see Holland Hill run.
Now I said, “they ain’t give us trouble no more
that we ain’t brought down on ourselves”
But a chain on my back and my ear to the floor
and I’ll send all the Hill Boys to hell.
It’s Decoration Day
and I’ve got a family in Mobile Bay
and they’ve never seen my Daddy’s grave.
But that don’t bother me, it ain’t marked anyway.
Cause I got dead brothers in Lauderdale south
and I got dead brothers in east Tennessee.
My Daddy got shot right in front of his house
he had noone to fall on but me.
It’s Decoration Day
and I’ve got a mind to go spit on his grave.
If I was a Hill, I’d have put him away
and I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.
I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.
I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.
Floops quesedillas zijn te vergelijken met het likken van fatsige Albert's aars nadat hij een fles laxeermiddel heeft leeggedronkenhehehahhahehehaha |
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